Ocean and Sky
Last week I traveled home to Boston for a few days in search of clarity and direction. It was a much-needed excursion, despite running around all day every day (which tends to happen when you visit home, I've found). Every time I travel I remember how much I love the simplicity it offers: away from all the possessions, the chores, the incessant wave of incoming junk mail, everything from your daily life at home. Somehow being out of your element offers an unparalleled clarity. I returned to Chicago feeling refreshed and focused. Every time I go home I try to make at least one trip to the ocean. There is something so equalizing about standing in front of this grand, powerful body of water. My father and I walked along the shore, listening to the waves, letting our feet sink into the sand, occasionally collecting shells and rocks along the way. Afterwards we ate crunchy fried fish in a small restaurant on the water and I felt nothing but gratitude for the beautiful place where I got to grow up. I live for these simple moments.